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| Oh | don't you re | member sweet | Besty from Pike? |
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| Who crossed the wide | prarie with | her lover Ike, |
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| With | two yoke of oxen, a big | yaller | dog, |
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| A tall Shanghai | rooster and | one spotted hog. |
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| Hoodle dang fol de | di do, hoodle | dang fol de day. |
| One evening quite early they camped on Platte, |
| 'Twas nearby the road on a green shady flat, |
| Where Betsy, sore-footed, lay down to repose. |
| With wonder Ike gazed on that Pike county rose. |
| Hoodle dang fol de di do, hoodle dang fol de day. |
| The Shanghai ran off, and their cattle all died, |
| That morning the last piece of bacon was fried, |
| Poor Ike was discouraged and Betsy god mad, |
| The dog drooped his tail and looked wondrously sad. |
| Hoodle dang fol de di do, hoodle dang fol de day. |
| They soon reached the desert where Betsy gave out, |
| And down in the sand she lay rolling about, |
| While Ike, half distracted, looked up with surprise, |
| Saying, "Betsy, get up, you'll get sand in your eyes." |
| Hoodle dang fol de di do, hoodle dang fol de day. |
| Sweet Betsy got up in a great deal of pain, |
| Declared she'd go back to Pike county again, |
| But Ike gave a sigh, and they fondly embraced, |
| And they traveled along with his arm 'round her waist. |
| Hoodle dang fol de di do, hoodle dang fol de day. |
| The Injuns came down in a wild yelling horde, |
| And Betsy was skeered they would scalp her adored; |
| Behind the front wagon wheel Betsy did crawl, |
| And there she fought Injuns with musket and ball. |
| Hoodle dang fol de di do, hoodle dang fol de day. |